Kidnapped (Completed)

Gone With The Van

The school bell rang a low signalling the end of the day, a friday afternoon. Ah, the final bell on a friday; probably, one of the best events in school. I couldn't wait to get home today. My parents, being cool and understanding were letting me have a party with a bunch of my friends while they go out. I'm 18 years old and I drive a lamborhini. Yeah my parents a rich, I guess you could say I'm the luckiest person alive. That's what I thought until today when my life was changed forever, and it'll never be the same.

I walked home listening to music, unable to hear the the near silent engine of the black van slowing down as it turned around the corner. The people inside pointed and slowly continued creeping along. Along the sidewalks it was only me, and no witnesses.

"Some Nights I wake up cashing in my bad luck" I hummed the tune aloud, unaware of the van doors slidding open. Eyes behind masks watching my every move. Wide grins spreading across their masked faces.

"Some Nights I call it a draw" I sang, swinging my hips back and forth as I walked. This was typical me, jamming along to my favorite song. What I aslo-

"Ahhh! mmmm! Mmmm!!!" I yelped, but no sound escaped my mouth because a dirty, foul smelling rag was put over my mouth. Rough hands held me down and my back hit the floor hard. I tried to kick and punch my attackers, but they somehow dodged my every move. I tried to make as much noise as possible, hoping maybe someone was around. Unfortunantely all my attempts were futile and just a pathetic waste of my energe. There was no escape I could hope for. There was no one around who could possibly save me. 

"Hurry up and step on it!" one yelled to the driver. I slipped my phone into my pocket unnoticed, unfortunately I had dropped my backpack outside. The smell of the rag was horrible... and... I'm so sleepy. My world was becoming dimmer. I screamed into the rag. Within moments I had slipped into unconciousness, my body exhausted from fear and for some other strange reason.  

I awoke laying on my side in the cold van. My head hurt terribly, and I felt very tired, but my strength was returning slowly. My hands tied behind my back, a dirty cloth in my mouth, and even my feet were tied up and I couldn't see. I closed my eyes and remembered everything in a flash. Singing to  Some Nights, and then being pulled into the black van. I tried to free my arms, but I then felt something cold and sharp presed against my neck. My head was slammed down onto the floor. I stiffled a yelp of pain. I wouldn't give them the satifaction of knowing how hurt I was.

"Try anything and I'll gut you like a fish" snapped a womans, she sounded pretty angry. I swallowed nervously, and felt fresh tears roll down my cheeks. 'Would she kill me?' I wondered. I didn't dare move for the fear the metalic object would kill me or seriously harm me. 

"Hey we're supposed to keep her alive you know" snapped a man. He spoke with authority, he had to be the guy in charge. My head ache was going away, and I was glad. 'Just relax' I told myself. I was okay for the momment. For the momment I guess, but I guess that was good.

The woman spoke with sarcastic tone, "Yeah, yeah what ever" said the woman. I felt her hand move  away from the back of me head. 

The cold metal left my neck and I sighed into the gag relieved only slightly. Occasionaly the van hit a bump causing me to roll around the back of the van countless times. When the van made a turn I would roll and slam into the sides of the van. My head was begining to hurt again, my wrists and ankles were sore from the ropes that dug into my flesh, and I was worried sick from wondering what would happen to me. My head was throbbing. 'I wish I had some advil, or some moltrin' I thought sadly. I don't know how long I layed there until the van stopped. I was brought out of it and into fresh air.. The woman with the weapon had one hand on the rope that tied my hands behind me and another hand around the back of my neck. Se directed me up a short flight of stairs. The sound of a lock clicking told me it was a house. Next down more stairs, the ropes around my wrists and ankles were cut and then I was shoved to the cold floor. I yanked off the blind-fold. The eyes ached for a few moments. It took a second to adjust to the dim light. It looked like I was in a basement. The floor was carpeted, and the walls were made of cement. There were a single window and four candles around the room. I looked around, assessing the new place I was in. A few doors to a few rooms. One to a bathroom, the other was locked and there was no way of picking thie lock. Of course I checked my phone with high hopes of being able to call 9-1-1 for helf, but I had no service. Disappointment and absolutely no hope washed over me. It wasn't a good feeling. The only thing besides candles was a bundle of wires in the corner. One a phone charger, the other for a soft electric blanket. I plugged both my phone and the blanket in and lay down on it.

My favorite app on my phone, my diary. I punched in the password, and put the date in. Pulled the sliding key-board and wrote todays diary entry. 

"Dear diary, I've been kidnapped by a group of masked strangers in a black van. I don't know were I am, nor do I have any phone reception. I'm trapped in a musty basement, and I think there's an animal down here. Oh wait its just a cat, and some.... eeeek mice! Thank goodness for the cat. Any way, I can only see by my phone and the four candles that dimly light the room. I'm terrified right now. One of my kidnappers is a woman with a nasty temper and some kind of metalic weapon. They appear to want to keep me alive, but I don't know. If I am asking myself if I'll survive this, and I'm doubting I will.

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